Best Administer Poems
RODIN’S NEW ICON
Should Rodin live today would he be inspired
To sculpt a marble sequel to THE THINKER
Modern ethos means fresh image is required
To become an old to new generation linker
[Perhaps in stone less pale, a little pinker!]
He might witness casts of posture stereotypical
And find there inspiration for his art
With perceptive focussed eye and viewpoint quizzical
An image would develop in his heart
Of a body bowed, head inclined toward hand sinister
While index digit stabs from aspect dexter
Then with his hands he’d clay or stone administer
To create a new iconic symbol; and name it: THE TEXTER
She's Wet VII Continued
When she gives a cough or a sneeze
Some wee trickles down past her knees
Her knickers are damp
She smells like a tramp
Dashing home so nobody sees
Written by Jan
Inspired by Arthur
Continued by Mystic Rose
She does a little peepee in the bowl
Voiding her bladder is her only goal
Then out comes a fart
Fresh and a la carte
Followed by a turd down the hole!
Continued by Sey
A sigh of relief she wipes her red rear
as the monstrous turd starts to disappear
much to her surprise
it has too much size
and shoots out and hits her left ear
Continued by Steve
Dear lady of the house please don't send me to hell
I know it would get rid of that awful smell
But I have an idea for some fantastic cons
I will be a banker in stocks and bonds
And should I fail and the flush you administer
I will pop out downstream and become a Prime Minister
Continued by Nonsense Alley
Get antibacterial Wet -Ones!
Use plenty for cleaning those soiled buns
Got turd in the ear?
Please! Have little fear.
Buy Wet-Ones for poop- ear ala runs.
Continued by Kimberly
Good gracious this lim'ricks a foul one!
With peepee, a fart and a brown one
Now all has been voided
Smell can't be avoided
So snap on that clothes pin for more fun!
Continued by Eve
Oh! Dear! I guess I am going to have to get some
Depends custom
made,this is just happening too often
and I’m losing too many of my good chosen
underwear in the garbage can at Wal-mart and spending a fortune
To Possess Progress and Success Poetry Soup
Do what you can,
Execute your plan,
For an eternal span,
Try wisely dear man.
Trying alone is great,
To enter fame's gate,
Blame not that fate,
Which Angels hate.
Success is possible,
If efforts you double,
May come trouble,
Feel not so feeble.
Sweats attract success,
Magic, they possess,
They bring progress,
If efforts are vigorous.
Go on the right track,
Exercise your knack,
Nuts you can crack,
God is there to back.
Only when you try,
Failures will die,
if your eyes cry,
Tears, who will dry.
Become a master,
Wisely administer,
Guts, you muster,
To halt disaster.
Choice is yours,
Vote for cheers,
Prefer not fears
That fetch tears.
In your control
Is your soul,
Play a wise role
That will console.
Go ahead my dear,
Victory is very near,
Hope is also here,
Fine atmosphere!
Every moment is gone in a moment.
Do not save your best for tomorrow, or an hour from now.
Do not store your favorite blouse for another moment.
Moments pass swiftly, and we are not in charge of them.
Whether or not we have ten more or one more or no more
Is in someone else's hands.
Every moment should be seized and cherished.
Every second should be revered for the opportunity it is.
If you have the opportunity to love, show compassion, share,
Do it at this moment.
If you have the chance to say something nice,
to do something kind, to administer help, to lift someone up
from the depths of surprise, do not wait for the next moment.
Sometimes the next moment never comes.
Someday when you enter the Spiritual Kingdom you may
have the opportunity to view this moment. What do you want
to see? Who could you have helped or loved?
What stopped you?
For what were you saving your energy?
Every moment is gone in a moment.
Do not think "I can do that tomorrow."
This might be your last moment.
Whatever you can do to be the
best and absolute kindest,, most compassionate
person you know how to be, do that now.
This moment for....
It may be your last.
i had a therapist tell me once, that it is ironic of how much love i gave out cause i didn’t give much to myself. she laughed like self love was a sick joke. i chuckled... & cried at home. i had someone tell me once i could not love anyone else until i learned to love myself.. this time i got to laugh. this time the sick joke was mine. it was me. might as well wait forever. i remember hating myself at the age of 10. journals filled to the brim with criticisms by 13. i had enough pages to stitch them into wings to fly close enough to the sun to see my tears turn to steam, felt the wax burn on my shoulder & mold into thick skin. i was 14 when i wanted to die. 15 was when i found a solution. figured if i could cut my arms enough gravity would let me go. when it didn’t i tied a pillow case around my neck twisting like the rope swings i knew so well from childhood. hear my heartbeat pound in my ears like a warning drum, then fade.. i almost convinced myself i’ve done it. when i started writing i smeared my blood on every page to remind myself that everything beautiful has a consequence. i have died so many times. so when i told you that loving you almost makes life worth it i was not joking. when i tell you that loving you almost makes me forget how much i hate myself. IT IS NOT A POETRY. loving you is taking all the love i could never give myself & putting it to good use. it is reminding myself that if someone can love a dying thing this way they can hold my heart with their hands & give thanks to the way it hold back. is someone can kiss the scars, administer the pills, absorb the bad days & wake up smiling next to me then i can try to breath again. BECAUSE SELF LOVE DOES NOT ALWAYS COME FIRST.. or second, or even ever!! let your love be the guard rail on the ledge. let the drawers that hide all the sharp things be the body that carries my collapsed frame into bed. be the flowers you bought, cause even tho they are dying to they still dance. LOVE WILL NOT HEAL ME. i will always be a women of wounds.. love will not heal me, but it will hold my hand if i ever heal myself. & maybe teach me a joke that i can stay alive long enough to laugh at it. I LOVE YOU.. ENOUGH TO WANT TO LOVE MYSELF TOO.
The Bad, The Ugly and The Good (aka: Bad, Badder, Baddest)
The Bad
I am the gun-toting, God-fearing Ganja Gangsta.
I’ll smoke you, pray for you, then have my daily siesta!
I answer to no one, and fear no man; No Sir!!!
I answer to only One Master. That’s Heaven’s Prime Minister.
I am the player-hating, man-baiting Sister Disaster.
I’ll woo you, thrill you, then …kill you; true that, mister!
I just swagger thru the city with my ‘Ghetto Blaster’,
I don’t mean sounds, fool!!! I mean my ‘piece’ … to blast ya!!!
I am the mean-looking, menacing Monster Mobster.
I’ll cut ya, shred ya, and have me a pasta fiesta.
I do not boil ‘em…! No sah!! I’d eat a live lobster!
I’m so mean ….Hey! ..I’ll even steamroller your hamster!!!
I am the fast-talking, Bible-bashing Pastor Imposter.
I’ll bless you, fleece you, then sex-up Sister Disaster
I’m just a shyster - but please don’t tell the Menacing Mobster!
She’s the God-fearing Gangsta’s wife - and the Mobster’s sister!
The Ugly (Badder)
I am the flesh-eating, life-sapping, Cluster-Sinister.
I am impartial; care not for class, colour, creed or gender.
I am microbe, but not a person-respecter; ask the sex inspector.
I am sorry, but for me to survive, you have to become a spectre.
I am the tear-jerking, game-changing, people-Prankster
I get called ‘*****’, ‘Sod’, …some even call me a ‘Mater-Conjugator’.
I don’t like Gangsters, Mobsters and especially that dodgy Pastor
I may get mad, or even get even; Call me ‘Life’, or call me ‘Karma’.
The Good (Baddest)
I am the Beginning, the Alpha/Omega; Heaven’s only Prime Minister
I wrote the Good Book, but look inside, I have never been a Jester!
I carry fire and brimstone to bolster my holster - you’d better helter-skelter!
I mete out justice, and vengeance administer: you'd better pray faster!!!
(Fg 81.5.8 - January 2016)
Our religious institutions
Are now filled with spiritual prostitution
Worshiping dollar bills
Instead of the one whose blood spilled.
Preachers administer biblical laxatives
Making many thin
Where is the Holy Spirit?
Who is supposed to shine within?
There is Accountability
And Responsibility
When your flocks is left emaciated,
Emotionally raided
But you’re afraid you’ll be hated.
The word of God is sharper than any two edged sward
If you eat the real gospel great will be your reward
Complicated the living word that is simple
Afraid the sheep won’t leave with dimples.
Ear tickling messages burning in flames
When you were supposed to bring Gods name fame
The truth hurts.
Hurt me with the truth!
Eternity is a long time to suffer for my youth.
Hypnotically medicated
By an enemy who is dedicated
Did you ever really give God your all?
Did you really answer his call?
The assignment rest in the makers hands
And, yes there are spiritual demands.
Everyone these days is offended
I rather you offend me now
Cause the word says every knee,
Every knee will bow!
You’re Hungry with in
Because you worship your sin
Looking everywhere but to the king
Ruler over everything.
Many cry into the wind
Pride stops you from confessing your sin
The wages of sin is death,
Do you know if you get a next breath?
The waves are crashing
The earth is groaning
Masses are roaming.
The rain longs to wash it away
But only you can choose life today.
BY: Sabina Nicole
There is no pill prescribed to heal
This agony and the pain I feel
Please stop the torture, administer the cure
The antidote is in a love that is yours
Cause you’re my daily recommended allowance
I know that my love was beyond all tolerance
But I need you for my development
Cause you’re my required supplement
A dose of your love three times a day
Is what my doctor prescribed me to take
If that don’t do he said take four
If that's not suffice, he said add one more
And don’t you worry if I overdose
Cause I don’t mind the state of comatose
But if you see me start to shake and shiver
Give me your love, you’re my soul’s elixir
Vitamin U, girl you’re my medicine
Vitamin U, open up and let me in
I accuse
Bankers who compulsively their creditors lure
Bid them colossal loans and obscure
To erect fantasies and a castle in Spain forge
Later arise manacled with a dolor mortgage
Employees who secretly squeeze through
Evacuate their jobs unattended and eschew
Occupy hours galore in cafés gossiping
With prolonged queues jilted lingering
Doctors who diagnose organic diseases
Shirk fragile,grief-stricken souls
Administer drugs to accrue vulnerability
Burden their expenses and nurture insanity
Entrepreneurs who hatch gigantic edifices
Reap colossal sums of almighty dollars
Abjure to construct a hovel for the beggary
To harbor their rat-infested despondency
Yet could medication be of any use
To what a whole epoch has abused ?
Abdelwaheb Dhaou.
Good morning kiss, i love your sweet inviting lips;
Oh yes we wake up and we are alive so let's
celebrate with a good morning kiss.
Press your lips upon my lips because i am very much
yearning for your good morning kiss.
Breathe upon me your breath of morning air while our
good morning kiss we share; my DXN GANODERMA
LINGZHI COFFEE 2 in 1 each morning is healthy all the
time but your good morning kiss comes from your sweet
affectionate vine.
Your good morning kiss enhance my mornings and make
my days because i feel and taste your lips upon my lips
all the way.
I give thanks each morning when i wake because i know
your good morning kiss will greet me and i wake with
kissing expectation.
Your glamorous lips i never can resist because i am always
hungry for your desirable good morning kiss;
Mesmerize always by your deep sensual good morning kiss
takes me into your world of ecstasy and i feel your passion
traveling through every erected bloody veins within my body;
Your lips which administer kisses to me is like prescribe
medication for me.
Your sweet lips and your kisses always satisfy me because
your good morning kiss arouse every passionate emotion
within me; for your lips and for your kiss only i live especially
when you give me love and seal it with a kiss.
Not wanting but needing you always and i am much delighted
to see that adorable smile on your face when you give me
your lips to taste in a good morning kiss.
THE STATE OF OSTRACISM
Excommunicated by popular vote, I became isolated in a world chosen from birth.
Priests came to convert us, but we were practicing the Baptist faith.
Through mediums, they would include themselves.
They desire for power was great.
Ostracized, my mother stories told about not being liked by others.
We were atypical to her as mixed and mutated blood from the bands of a country formed by origin, immigration, and enslavement.
As time went on, my mother focus change to a more distinct way.
A way of life was seen that was the way of a nation conceived.
The new deal was for welfare states.
The entity that administer the benefits.
The races stated to be the demographics were Black, Brown, Mixed, and White trash that flattered the rich self-interest.
What blarneyed was a poverty index.
White trash became low income to middle class.
Socio-economics manifested.
A state of ostracism is thematic test.
Family not liked, I was given poetry.
My mother stated this to me.
She said snubbed those that are not right with your pen.
Next, embrace who is worthy with profound philosophy.
See and hear the cold-shouldered that wants you to be nobody.
Speak not but write prolifically.
Topically, I relate as writer and creator of the spoken word.
Via vision and a mission stated, I am an author of poetry.
To initiate hope, I speak about my belief in God.
I am the thoughts that possess and a method that uses the vocabulary.
The words are there to line the attack...
Yet, they are also there to move mountains.
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Written August 28, 2016!
Those who enforce and make our laws
Must be of sound body and mind, that is not impaired
To administer The Law, justly and fairness to all
Protect the honest, not mingle with outlaws
We have the best legal system in the world, does not need to be repaired
But only as good as the ones that carry the ball
Like those in the medial field, they take an oath
Promise to care for all, not just those they choose
As we are a great land, we should have the best
As for the bad ones, we need to cut out that growth
If we do not, in the end we will loose
A very simple and cost effective cure, is a drug test
To get and hold a job, we all have to take one
So why should they be any different?
Where I have been, if you did not take one, you were fired
If one's mind is altered, should he or she carry a gun?
This is the message that needs to be sent
If they do not take one, they are not hired
So what is done to the little man should be done to the big man
They maybe the law, but no one is above the law
If any should fight this, the first sign of failure
And a sure fire way to protect every American
In every state, drug test those in law
Then we can sleep better every night, that is for sure
Here on poetrysoup, the newest poem,
pops up on-screen
like the latest off-shoot, or newborn babe
or like a newest floral bud,
in the orchards of poetry.
Or like a fresh wave of words
crashing and cresting upon the turf
For all and sundry to view, enjoy and surf!
Or ha ha, even like linguistic kernels
that pop like popcorn
in the crockery of poetrysoup
with different flavors to choose from,
to reveal what's been cooking in the minds.
Some indeed spiced-up,
some spicy
some acidic or buttery
all of 'em', more or less with melody.
Or the newest poetry is
to put it more exquisitely,
is a fragrant flower just bloomed
in the bedecked bowers of poetry
Or to say, each latest poem pops on screen
Like pop goes the weasel
For poems pop up like meerkats
but on the lookout for friends instead of foes.
Ah, and then they might wait
for the honey and jam of comments
and perhaps even the bitter gourd of criticism,
for healthy constructive criticism
is like any bitter pill vital to health.
You're lucky if the doctors of poetry
refrain from prescribing chits
of bitter pills to swallow,
Or opted for sugar-coated ones
for which you heave a sigh of relief
you didn't receive, blunt sharp critique!
As I prefer sugar coated pills in all matters.
Yet if they do administer the wrong dose
out of sheer bias and prejudice,
you can always give them a taste of their own medicine,
if you wish to be vengeful and impudent
Or you can forgo, overlook and be lenient
For my poetry is meant to be tasteful
and gentleness is nice.
Harshly insensitive reviews can leave
a sour after taste in the mouth.
As I'm habituated to taking sugar coated pills.
A biased person could never appreciate my poetry.
Let's taste and try out all the varied variety of curries and broths of muse out here...
Let's all appreciate the different flavours that simmer in the poetry soup melting pot,
many cooking up delectable foods for thought...
Villanelle: To what great good singular individuals sacrificed their lives
To what great good singular individuals sacrificed their lives
To free their peoples from the oppressors’ superior mores
Only to find after they’re gone no true local legacy survives
To what great good Mexican peasants seized land archives
When President Zapata refused to administer hard-won laws
To what great good singular individuals sacrificed their lives
To what great good Mahatma Gandhi’s fasting skill revives
The age-old Hindu-Muslim mistrust and Brahmin maws
Only to find after they’re gone no true local legacy survives
To what great good faithful Castro’s will still contrives strives
To keep his Marxist revolution going in open American jaws
To what great good singular individuals sacrificed their lives
To what great good nations boxed in by their leaders’ drives
Go through deprivation depression desolation for saviours
Only to find after they’re gone no true local legacy survives
To cap it all each nation favours some god with inane lies
An excuse to sanctify the nation’s man-made partisan laws
To what great good singular individuals sacrificed their lives
Only to find after they’re gone no true local legacy survives
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2014
To kiss your lips and dine upon your fleshy breasts, let me dance to the rhythmic beats of your hips and be covered by your sexy motion of your admirable curves which send signals to my nerves.
Let me be mesmerize by your dreamy seductive eyes and while i surrender to your passion i ask you 'why' give to me your tender love more reason to live than to die.
I want to get entangle into your long flowing hair and be tied up by every knot while you administer your gentle care, love me full circle and i will live without insecurity nor fear; take me and wherever you are i will always be there.
Oh my sweetest temptation you arouse my desirous intention and travel deeply within my sensual imagination. I am now craving for your affection because you become my lovable addiction and i want to feel the effect from your sweet sensation.
Tempt me and invite me inside your well kept place of glory and let me creatively make certain that you are satisfied sexually sensually. Breathe upon me your infectious breath of incurable love infection and each night i go to bed with you and wake with you each morning with kisses my darling.
Oh yes my dearest temptation give me access and receive from me the best, follow me ecstatically and enjoy pleasure with me erotically. Dive deep under in love with me and with the bearing of fresh fruits emerge with me.
When today is past and tomorrow is come, give me you and i will give you me; show me your rich substance and i will offer no resistance to your luscious temptation. I will travel with you to be because your sumptuous temptation will guide me and your love, passion and desire will keep me within your wonderful place of glory.